Alpine Lake circles

The flutter of her chest began to settle. The bronze-masked girl allowed her eyes to follow the gesture he made, a spark of amusement at the vague answer stirring at her now. Easing her in his presence. 

Instead, he chose to question her more thoroughly. She tried to shield the shy uncertainty that shadowed her features for a moment, her gaze swinging down momentarily as her silver tail swung idly. "Gone," she offered, not referring to Whitestream Bark and their dispersal. Had she truly been part of any pack since Morningside's demise? "Fire."